I’m writing a novel. Well, I wrote a novel. A draft of a novel. 85,000 words, 250 double-spaced pages. The novel follows a seventeen-year-old girl, Beanie, as she searches for her missing father while simultaneously becoming an Academic Games superstar. Set in the late 1990s, the novel is inspired by parts of my childhood and set in my hometown – New Orleans. While the setting and the time period are, hopefully, well-represented in the book, one thing is not present, and that’s the soundtrack. Partially, music is absent because I didn’t know how to write a book with music that isn’t about music. I didn’t want to just name-drop certain songs so that reader’s could identify the era. And, to be honest, my character, Beanie, isn’t really into music. It’s not part of who she is in the scope of the book. So, while she does listen to her Discman once in order to drown out something she’s afraid to hear, she doesn’t watch music videos on The Box or order CDs from that awful subscription service, Columbia House.
That being said, in the late 1990s, I did those things! I think I mistakenly ordered an Amy Grant CD and had it up until Hurricane Katrina. I would sit in front of the TV and write down the codes for all my favorite songs on the Box, then order them after begging my mom to allow that extra $2.99 to show up on our phone bill.
So, in honor of Beanie, here are some songs that she maybe would have heard if she had been in my Mid-City house instead of hers, back in 1999.
Before Darius Rucker became the country superstar that he is now, I used to live to hear the strumming of his guitar and the beginning of “I Only Wanna Be with You.” And, I remember being asleep in the passenger seat of my dad’s old Honda Accord, driving home from Florida, waking up to “Time,” when we pulled in front of our house. Both these songs give me goosebumps, still.
“Diggin on You,” by TLC
Ah, TLC. “Diggin on You” was our song, me and my eighth grade boyfriend. So sappy, but so sweet.
And finally, “One Sweet Day,” by Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men. This song makes me so weepy, because whenever I hear it, I think of my dad. I remember sitting on a sofa at an eighth grade dance, singing the words with my eyes closed, bawling.
Even though these songs didn’t make their way into the book, I thought about them often while writing. If I ever felt blocked up or like I couldn’t get into the mood required to write, I would make a – admittedly cheesy – YouTube playlist and get revved up and back in writing mode. I definitely had all of the CDs at one time or another – what up, Columbia House – but, in the techno-connected-web-mess of now, they are all just a few clicks away.